A short one-shot by request of a Guest review. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: do not own Harry Potter or Cinderella


Severus Snape rubbed wearily at his eyes as he stirred the potion seventeen times. This was the seventh potion he had made today, which meant seven cauldrons needed scrubbing and polishing and several vials needed filling and labeling. And he still had several more to go before Hogwarts started back up in September. How tedious and exhausting!

The summer heat from outside made the basement hot and humid and he didn't want to remain there much longer. He'd call it day once he added the billywig wings to this potion. It may only be midafternoon, but he would be done with brewing for now.

Besides, he had an adorable six-year-old son that needed entertaining. He could spend time with Harry for the rest of the day – perhaps after a long nap.

Severus added the crinkled wings and gave the potion a final stir before taking the cauldron off the heat. He'd allow it to cool down for a while before storing it in the freezer to be vialed later. Yawning, Severus trudged up the stairs and to his kitchen for a glass of something cold to cool him down. He wiped an arm over his forehead as he poured himself a glass of iced tea. He took several long gulps, nearly emptying the glass before pouring in some more.

"Daddy!" Harry cried as he ran into the kitchen and clung to Severus's arm, jumping up and down excitedly. "Let's go outside now. We can fly our brooms to the blackberry field! I want to pick blackberries. Mmmm."

Harry licked his lips as he stared up at Severus.

"Not now, son," Severus said, putting the iced tea jug back in the fridge and adding ice cubes to his glass. "Daddy needs to rest for a while."

"But," whined Harry, puckering out his lower lip, "you promised."

"I did. And I'm sorry, but I'm exhausted. Tomorrow we'll go. Do you want to come lie down with me?"

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm not tired."

"How about something on the TV?"

Severus led Harry to the living room and flipped through the channels. He enabled the child locks on some of the channels as he passed them. No need for Harry seeing anything inappropriate or violent. He came across the Disney Channel where Cinderella was playing. He set the remote down.

"There you go," Severus said. "Sit out here and watch this while I rest for a while. If you behave, we'll do something fun tonight."

"Like what?" asked Harry as he jumped up on the couch.

"I don't know. How about a campfire and smores?"

"Ohh, yummy!"

"Don't change the channel and no going outside. And if anyone knocks on the door, come wake me. Do not answer it."

"Yes, Daddy."

Severus left Harry in the living room and went upstairs to his bedroom. He set his iced tea on the bedside stand and pulled his wand out of his sleeve, setting it down next to his drink. He pulled off his shoes and laid on the bed, lazily flicking his hand at a fan to cool the room down. He closed his eyes and was asleep in seconds.


Harry watched as Cinderella cried in the garden after her evil stepsisters shredded her pink dress. He sighed and stared at the remote longingly. This was a stupid movie. It was girly and babyish. There were better shows on the TV like Danger Mouse, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, or even M.A.S.K. Those were better shows to watch – why couldn't his dad put one of those on. Harry glanced at the remote again but then he heard –

Salago-doola

Menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put 'em together

And what have you got?

Bibbidi-bobbidi-Boo!

Harry watched amazed as an old witch on the screen turned a pumpkin into a carriage, mice into horses and even Cinderella's tattered dress into a sparkling, blue ballgown. Amazing! And with such easy, catchy words – Harry could do that. All he needed was a wand like the witch had.

Harry found himself jumping off the couch and watching the screen closely, jumping and dancing along to the song.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" sang Harry.

Harry danced around long after the song ended, and he searched his toys for a suitable wand he could use to change his own things into amazing stuff. He didn't see anything that would make a good wand though.

Harry skipped over to the front door and ran outside before quickly running back to the door before it shut completely. Severus had the door lock automatically from the outside and the last time Harry had gone outside without permission, he had been locked out. It had been rather embarrassing knocking on the door to be let back in by an irate father. Harry pulled one of his toy trucks over and placed it in front of the door to keep it from shutting. He ran down the porch steps and searched the yard for a stick that could be his wand.

When he found a nice, straight but slightly thick stick, he ran back inside and allowed the door to shut. He ran around the house still singing the song and waving the stick around.

"Sally-doola – bibbidi-dooa, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry sand and pointed to the TV. He made magical swooshing noises as he ran around the TV stand, wiggling his fingers dramatically. "It's a big castle now!"

Harry climbed up on the stand and onto the large TV, feeling very tall. He wondered if this was what it was like to be his dad's height.

"I'm king of the world!" Harry shouted from his place on the TV. He pointed his stick at the sofa. "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

He jumped off the TV and made his magical noises again as he ran around the sofa. "I now have a limo to take me everywhere. Driver, take me and Whisker to lunch!"

Harry grabbed his stuffed tiger, Whisker, and sat on the arm of the chair and looked back at the TV. Cinderella was running away from the Prince's castle. Her shoe fell off but she couldn't go back for it. Harry watched intrigued as all the magic returned to its previous object. The clock struck for the twelfth time and even Cinderella's beautiful dress was in ruins again.

"Oh, no!" Harry shouted. "Everything returns back to normal at midnight!"

He looked at the large grandfather's clock in the living room.

"I don't know what that says," admitted Harry, "but we don't have long, Whisker! We have to find a way to stop everything from changing back! To my room!"

Harry carried Whisker up the stairs, waving the stick around again.

"Babbity-boo, rabbitty-doo, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry sang and pointed the stick at his bedroom door. He made magical noises as he opened the door and set Whisker down on his bed. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he scavenged through his room, throwing toys everywhere and pulling books off the shelves. His room was a mess now.

"It's not here, Whisker!" exclaimed Harry. "Wait there! I'll go look somewhere else."

"Zala-di-zoola, bibbidi-dooa, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Harry pointed the stick at his father's already opened door. He slapped a hand over his mouth as he realized his father was sleeping. How could he have forgotten?

Harry tiptoed into Severus's room, trying to be as quiet as possible. He searched around for . . . whatever he thought might help him. He was sure his father would have something that would keep the things he made from returning back to normal. He didn't touch anything though, best not to trash his dad's room. He walked up to his father's bed and saw the glass of iced tea on the bedside stand. Feeling thirsty, he picked up the glass and took a sip.

"Bleh!" Harry gagged, sticking his tongue out. "Needs a lot more sugar."

He set the disgusting drink back down and was about to leave when he saw the wand lying next to the glass.

Time seemed to freeze as Harry's conscience had a battle of whether or not to leave it be or pick it up and run. Harry remembered when he had tried to touch his father's wand in the past, only to have his hand swatted before he could lay a finger on it. He had been told that his dad's wand was not a toy and that Harry could hurt himself with it.

But if he only used this new spell he learned, wouldn't everything change back to normal by midnight? Harry wasn't sure how far away that was, but he was sure his father would be less angry if anything did happen.

But nothing would happen, Harry thought as he slowly reached for the ebony wand, he would only change the sofa into a limo and the TV into a castle and he would be done. That would be all.

As his fingers graced the smooth wood, a noise from the bed made Harry freeze. Severus had shifted on the bed, rolling on to his side. If the man opened his eyes, he would catch Harry right in the act. Harry held his breath.

Nothing happened.

Letting out his breath, Harry picked up the wand and left the stick in its place. He ran out of his dad's room and back to his own.

"Whisker, I found a better wand! Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Harry waved and pointed the wand at his stuffed tiger. A flash jumped from the wand and shot into Whisker, turning the stuffed tiger into a grey stone tiger. Harry gasped and dropped the wand, running up to his toy that fell over on the bed.

Harry picked up Whisker. It was a solid rock, no longer soft and fluffy. That wasn't what he wanted to do to Whisker – he had hoped Whisker would turn into a real tiger. Maybe he had to practice more. After all, everything would return to normal at midnight.

Harry left Whisker on his bed and picked the wand back up. He traced the smooth edge with a finger. With this wand, this real wand, things would actually change without the use of his imagination. Maybe if he imagined exactly what he wanted, it would create just that.

Harry left his room and ran down the stairs. He pictured a huge white castle with hundreds of towers, even more towers than Hogwarts. There would be rooms and rooms of games and toys and even a large room for him and Whisker. And Daddy. Daddy would need a room, too.

"Bally-di-do-da, fi-fif-fer-oola, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry sang, waving the wand before pointing it at the TV.

A bandage and splint appeared on the leg of the TV stand. Harry cocked his head in wonder as he stared at the strange contraption. That wasn't at all the castle he envisioned. Maybe he should try again.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry shouted, waving the wand at the TV.

Bubbles floated out of the wand. Harry laughed and jumped up and down to pop them all. As he did so, the wand fired at the bandaged stand leg, blowing the entire leg off. The stand crumbled under the weight of the TV and fell to the right where the leg was missing, resulting in a loud crash. The large screen cracked and smoke rose from the box.

"Oopsie," Harry stopped jumping and stared at the disaster.

Harry listened for noise upstairs, hoping his father didn't wake up until midnight. There was no sound and Harry sighed with relief. He decided to skip the castle part and just make himself a limo. He faced the sofa.

Maybe he was saying it wrong. Was he supposed to sing the whole song? Well, he didn't remember the whole song. He looked at the TV, but the end credits were on. He missed the ending. He would just have to figure it out on his own. Maybe he had to say the bibbidi part more.

He pictured a really, really, really long black limo. One so huge, it could fit all the students at Hogwarts inside. And there would be a swimming pool and lots and lots of candy.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-bibbidi-bobbidi-bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry sang to the sofa, dramatically waving the wand before pointing it at the sofa.

The wand fired and blew a chunk out of an arm of the sofa, the inside cushioning laying in tatters on the floor. Maybe too many bibbidis?

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

Another good chunk of cushion flew from a seat of the sofa. Maybe he should just say it simple.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

This time, the spell flew over the sofa and hit the far wall, blowing out a good portion and leaving behind a large hole and crumbled wall chunks on the floor.

Harry covered his mouth, eyes wide, as he listened for noise upstairs. He heard a loud creak, slight movement, and then nothing. He waited an extra moment just to be sure. He wondered if his father was just really tired today, because such a noise like that usually woke the man. Lucky him.

"Maybe I should practice more," Harry decided.

Harry looked at the grandfather's clock and decided to just practice saying the words while aiming at the clock.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry yelled at it.

The grandfather's clock flew up into the air, hitting the ceiling hard enough to put a hole through it before falling back to the ground. On impact, the clock toppled over and shattered on the ground. Harry backed away just in time to avoid being struck by it. He wasn't very good at this bibbidi-bobbidi stuff. Harry pouted as he pictured the old witch singing it to Cinderella. It wasn't fair. She made it look so easy.

Harry looked at the dining table and lifted the wand and waved it in a large circle.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!" Harry shouted.

The four legs of the dining table shook before collapsing to the ground in a splayed manner, the table unharmed for the most part.

Harry pointed it at a chair in the room.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

A bouquet of flowers appeared out of the wand and fell to the floor. Harry picked them up and smelled the pretty roses, being careful to avoid the thorns. He tossed the bouquet behind him carelessly and pointed the wand at the chair again.

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

The wand began to vibrate in his hands. Harry held up the wand and studied it, wondering why it was shaking like that. Then, the wand exploded out a curse, the force knocking Harry off his feet. He grunted as his back hit the floor and looked up just in time to watch the curse blast a hole in the wall past the staircase, barely missing Severus as the man quickly dodged out of the way.

Harry gasped and covered his mouth with both hands. He had almost blasted his father!

Severus stared down tightlipped at Harry from halfway down the staircase. He surveyed the living room and what he could see of the kitchen, his knuckles white from how hard he was clutching the railing. His breaths were heavy and his eyes were flaming.

"Oopsie," said Harry in a soft tone. "Sorry, Daddy."

Severus slowly advanced down the stairs and approached Harry, who didn't move from where he was. The man stood in front of his son, crossed his arms, and glared down at him.

Harry looked at his feet before braving to look up at his dad's stern face. He offered an innocent smile and asked, "Nice nap?"

Severus's glare deepened and he began tapping a foot.

Harry lost his smile and looked back down, watching his father's foot tap angrily. Then, his father's hand appeared in his line of vision, open and palm up.

Harry gulped and slowly gave his father the wand. Severus slid it into a wand holder in his right sleeve, his furious eyes never leaving the top of Harry's head.

"What were you thinking, young man?" Severus growled.

Harry swallowed again and asked in a quiet whisper, "Won't it all go back to normal at midnight?"

"What?" was his father's sharp reply.

"The bibbidi-bobbidi-boo," Harry explained, as if saying those words would make his father realize that the spell only lasts until midnight. Everything would be back to normal, wouldn't it?

He heard his father exhale angrily. Harry watched his fingers intertwine with each other in different ways. He had a thought and asked, "Does this mean no smores tonight?"

Harry felt his father's fingers take hold of his chin and force his head up. He couldn't bring himself to look directly at his father's eyes, they were too intimidating and scary. He bit his lip and waited for his father to speak.

"No smores," Severus finally said, releasing Harry's chin.

Harry looked back down at his own feet, his lower lip puckering out and his eyes welling with tears.

"I would like to thank you, however."

Harry snapped his head up at his father, wondering what the man was about to thank him for. He watched as Severus reached into his left sleeve and pull out a stick – the one Harry had found and replaced the wand with earlier.

"For finding the perfect switch," Severus ended, slapping the stick down in his left palm.

Harry flinched at the noise and slowly reached back to cover his bottom. "Umm . . . you're welcome?"


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